They played for the sake of play alone, and their only concern was the ultimate evolution of their game.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

With her eyes she sees through to worlds beyond.

There are those who inspire us to be other than we thought we can be. They come, hardly staying long enough to be tangible, and leave us never the same again. Many barely survive the encounter with such a person. A few transform their lives as a result.

Today I learned of the passing of one of the greatest teachers I have ever had, even though he never meant to teach me deliberately but did so through our daily contact for many years. In fact, he used to used to laugh at the idea of teaching me, assuring me that I already knew all I needed to know if I were only to choose to see that. And not only did he show me that I need not wait for doors to open because I was my own door, but he taught me to be as he was, and as it is in all of us to be. And much of my service to others began as payments of gratitude for his, by his very presence, awakening me to the reality that every moment is perfect, not because you choose it so -- although you do -- but because it can be no other way.

He lost a swift and sudden battle with a brain tumor, that began manifesting itself by symptoms only a few months ago.

The real endings are ones that precede death itself and the most common mistake is in not knowing to end things when they end, not later.

The life the departed have is in how we live their essence. I would turn, if I could, this post into a reminder to face finality: your turn will also come to be no more.

The highest honor I can pay him now, after I spend the rest of the night on my knees sobbing out my grief in the full body passions essential to my own nature, is for me to then let go of wanting him to have stayed alive, and for me to continue live his essence myself in my own way.

RIP L.

The best shortcut of all, to the life of your dreams, is knowing that you've already arrived.

Beware making a plaything of destruction, Little Kali, especially if you are already tempting haste. And if you choose not to beware, and give in to temptation, then know I wish you have someone who welcomes your sword.

"I am the seasoned traveler
Of the Labyrinth.
The genius of alacrity,
Wizard of the impossible.
My brilliance is yet unmatched
In its originality.
My heart's filled with potent magic
That could cast a hundred spells.
I am put together
For mine own pleasure.

I am the Monkey."

Seems pretty apt.

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"My friend, every sorceress is a pragmatist at heart; nobody sees essence who can't face limitation. If I wanted only to hold you

I could hold you prisoner." -- Circe's Power, Louise Gluck

"My story is not a pleasant one; it is neither sweet nor harmonious, as invented stories are; it has the taste of nonsense and chaos, of madness and dreams -- like the lives of all men who stop deceiving themselves." -- Demian, Hermann Hesse

"The Muses are vindictive deities: they avenge themselves without mercy on those who weary of their charms." -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

THE RULES: As a general rule, and most of you already know this, I prefer annonymous comments on this blog. Here is where I like to talk more "idea to idea" than person to person. I've got another journal wherein I get all personally chatty, but here I like the idea of ideas being separate from the contructs/biases/"personalities" behind them. Because those things color us all, don't they? Anyway, it's not a hard and fast rule, so feel free to comment however you like. Caro can never help giving herself away and, of course, Aspyre is always welcome to comment with identity because when Ladarna and Aspyre talk, it has always been idea to idea anyway. :)